Cyanide Breath Mint Tabulatur von Beck

A          F D       
Definitely, this is the wrong place 
   G
to be

  F     C
there's blood on the futon,

  E    A
there's a kid drinkin' fire.

                            F
Goin' down to the sea,

      D        G
they got people to meet,

 FC
shakin' hands with themselves,

            E   F     G

lookin' out for themselves.



 C     F                  G
When they ask you for credit,

F        C
give them a branch.

C      F        G
When they want you to get it,

F          C
chew on the grass.

       E         F
I know, I know

       D            G
'cause they  told me to tell you

             F            C
there's nothing to tell you,

 E         A
there's nothing to sell you.



(Same chords as first part)

In the afternoon, riding the scapegoat,

burning equipment, decomposing.

Cool off your jets, 

take off your sweats,

I got a funny feeling

they got plastic in the afterlife.



(Same chords as second part:)

When they want you to cry,

leap into the sky.

When they suck your mind,

like a pigeon you fly.

I know, I know,

it's the positive people

running from their time

looking for some feeling.